Showing posts with label His Very Own Girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label His Very Own Girl. Show all posts

Monday, September 17, 2012

Guest Review - - His Very Own Girl


His Very Own Girl
By Carrie Lofty
Publisher: Pocket Star (ebook)
Release Date: September 4, 2012



The story opens January 1944 in Leicestershire, England. Louise “Lulu” Davies is a pilot for the English Air Transport Auxiliary. She has her own, very personal reasons for doing her part in the war. Her parents were shot down five years earlier by the Italians. Her fiancé was so emotionally damaged by war that he killed himself after he survived Dunkirk. Lulu sees her flights as the only means available to her for avenging these deaths. Her goals are to fly bigger planes and to protect her heart from another devastating loss.

Joe Weber is a guy from North Shore, Indiana, who spent three years in prison for assaulting the man who raped his sister. He joined the Army wanting to be a paratrooper and a clean break with his past. Instead, he’s a medic, and a piece of his past is in England with him. His company is awaiting orders, and Joe is nervous about his medical skills which have yet to be tested in battle.  He is a man who sees his role as keeping people safe. That’s how he looks at his job in the war; that’s how he sees his future as a mechanic and family man he dreams of becoming someday.

Lulu and Joe first meet when something goes wrong with the Hurricane (a British fighter plane) Lulu is flying, and she is forced to crash land it. Joe is the first one on the scene, giving him a chance to use some elementary medic’s skills and offer comfort to Lulu, who is more shaken by the experience than she is willing to admit. Later, when Lulu and her friends set out for a few beers and some dancing, she meets Joe at a club. The attraction between them is quick and intense, but their differences are great. Not the least of them is Joe’s attitude toward Lulu’s role in the war. When he calls her “disarming,” she makes a joke about jumping with him into Berlin to disarm the enemy. Joe sees no humor in her comment.

 The idea of Lulu Davies or any woman making a combat jump pushed ice chips through his veins. Bad enough she was a civilian pilot, ferrying planes all over Britain—dangerous work that women shouldn’t need to do. Her crack wasn’t funny because it hit too close to home.
Despite their differences, they fall in love. The conflict between their views of women’s roles and of what they want out of life makes their love difficult. Joe is lost after their first kiss. “All he knew for certain was that he wasn’t kissing her anymore. And any moment that he wasn’t kissing her was a moment wasted.”  Lulu is more cautious, determined to guard her heart no matter how hard Joe makes it pound.

She missed silly jokes and bumbled talks and those embarrassing moments of intimacy one only shared with a trusted partner.

But what she missed was also what hurt the most when it ended.

They are soon separated by the war. Joe is part of the Normandy D-Day invasion. Although a noncombatant as a medic, his life is constantly in danger. Every day he sees horrors beyond imagination. The next moment carries no guarantees. Cold, hunger, and terror are his daily companions, and yet he finds satisfaction in the work he does and in his relationship with the men who call him “Doc.” Letters from Lulu are a lifeline to another world, the future he hopes they will share.

Meanwhile, Lulu’s wish to fly bigger planes comes true, but with the bigger planes come more dangerous missions. Her fears for Joe are constant. She fears he won’t return, and experience has taught her that even returning doesn’t mean he’s come back safe and whole. Her friendship with another man holds the promise of a saner, less complicated life, but this woman who once never let herself think of the future is beginning to hope for a future with Joe.

When I finished this book and prepared to move on to something else, I felt disoriented, as if I had returned from a long journey and had to allow myself time to feel at ease again in the place I belong. From the large details to the smallest ones, Lofty immerses her reader in the World War II setting. The mindsets of the characters, the rationing of food, gas, and soap, the music that plays as clearly as a soundtrack in the reader’s head, the language in all its variety, the physical and emotional brutality of war—all of it is true to the period. There’s one scene in which Lulu asks Joe to draw lines like stocking seams with an eye pencil on her bare legs. It’s a small scene, but it reveals much about what these two people feel for each other and about the world they live in, a world where laddered stockings and kohl pencils can’t easily be replaced and every dance might be the last one.

Lulu and Joe are rich characters, but so are the secondary characters. Some of them are likeable; some are not. But they all feel real. They are changed by their war experiences. They connect and disconnect with one another. The war itself is real: blood is red, human bodies are fragile when facing the machinery of war. Some people live; some people die.

His Very Own Girl is on my list of the best of 2012. I’ve loved other Carrie Lofty books I’ve read. I’ve ranked them high on the power of the story, the complexity of the characters, and the grace of the prose, but even among an impressive volume of work, this one is special. I highly recommend it. If you don’t have an ereader, download one of the programs that will allow you to read the book on your computer. It’s that good. But be prepared to lose yourself in a world your parents or your grandparents knew, and be prepared with a box of tissues.

~Janga
http://justjanga.blogspot.com




Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Today's Special -- Carrie Lofty



We are happy to welcome multi-talented author Carrie Lofty back to the blog! When she was here a couple months ago, she was talking about her latest Christie family book, Starlight. This time she is dishing about her new digital historical novel from Pocket Star, His Very Own Girl. It's out NOW! From Carrie's website: it’s a WWII romance featuring a female British civilian pilot and the American paratrooper medic who opens her heart. Sounds wonderful! Welcome, Carrie!



 
 
Swingin' Tunes
By Carrie Lofty 

Except for Bing Crosy at Christmastime, I didn't know very much about 1940s music until I started research His Very Own Girl. Then… Well, I love music! I started listening to it all the time. Music from the 40s became the best, most enjoyable way of tapping into the era. 

Bing Crosby
Photo courtesy of Wikipedia
Bing Crosby was huge. During the war, one out of every four songs played on the wireless was one of Bing's tunes. Can you even imagine?? Until the arrival of a young Frank Sinatra on the scene very late in the war years, Bing was the crooner. He ran the gamut between love songs and rousing songs about supporting the troops. Some were even cheekier, such as "There'll Be a Hot Time in the Town of Berlin", which he sang with the Andrews Sisters. 

There's never been a jauntier tune about overtaking a city. The 40s…they were strange times. 

The other facet of WWII-era music was swing. Bandleaders were like producers and DJs today. No matter the guest singers and musicians, top billing went to the bandleader. Benny Goodman, Harry James and the ever-popular Glenn Miller were the superstars of swing. "In the Mood" was probably Miller's most famous tune, which has transcended the decades. 

Here Lulu Davies, a British civilian pilot, and Joe Weber, an American paratrooper and medic, share a dance. Everyone was living on borrowed time, which meant grabbing a partner right quick!
 

Stuff in Joe held a pilot named Lulu Davies. He held her and he danced with her.

Their bodies moved in time to the orchestra's fair version of "As Time Goes By." Her easy, graceful rhythm offset her crisp posture. Everything about her was ladylike and proper—everything except her slacks and that wild glint in her eye. But she wore even the slacks with feminine bravado.

He wanted to dance for a year. Dance . . . and take her to bed. She was going to his head like 180-proof alcohol.

"Private?" Lulu was looking up at him.

"Call me Joe," he said. "'Private' makes me think I've done something wrong."

"Well, that won't suit. Joe it is, then."

They only touched with arms and hands—their bodies still a frustrating, respectful distance apart—but Joe absorbed the contact like sunshine on a lazy summer afternoon. "I never would've taken you for a pilot," he heard himself saying.

She smiled so deeply that a dimple appeared on her left cheek. "And I never would've taken you for a medic."

A couple bumped Joe from behind. He tightened a protective hand along Lulu's upper back. Her breasts brushed his chest. Joe's muscles snapped to attention. Their eyes caught and held as an electrical current did the jitterbug up his spine.

Lulu giggled. "Crowded in here."

"Sorry," he muttered.

"I wouldn't be dancing with you if I didn't want to be close."

Her smile, her body, her bold demeanor . . . she wanted to be with him. A sudden surge of confidence walled his doubts behind a brick wall.

Slow it down, Web. Pull it together.

"So why don't I seem like a medic?"

Lulu blushed and lowered her eyes. This wild woman was capable of something as girlish as blushing? "Forget I mentioned it."

The orchestra wound down and he prayed for another slow song. C'mon, boys. One more. They were under some sort of spell, which might be broken if they left the dance floor. Lulu seemed to hold her breath as well. When the slow, clean clarinet and swaying rhythm of "Moonlight Serenade" started, they both exhaled.

Lulu threw back her head, laughing. "It won't end unless we want it to, Joe."

"I like the sound of that." He touched her chin. "Now spill it."

Shrugging, she rested her gaze on the hollow at the base of his throat. "It's just that when I think medic, I think doctor. And when I think doctor, I think spectacles and books and studying—not, well, not . . . muscles."

 
Glenn Miller
Photo courtesy of Wikipedia
The hope these entertainers provided trickled down to everyone with access to a radio or a dance hall. As Glenn Miller said, "America means freedom and there's no expression of freedom quite so sincere as music." 

Summer has been a blast! Available now from Pocket Books are three Christie Family romances. FLAWLESS kicked it off with a tale of an estranged couple's search for love. The 99¢ tie-in novella, "A LITTLE MORE SCANDAL" follows two aspiring lovers to London. And the Scottish-set second novel, STARLIGHT, was an RT BookReviews 4½ Star Top Pick. "Richly nuanced characters and a superbly realized Victorian setting come together brilliantly." ~ The Chicago Tribune 

I've also launched a co-written pseudonym, Katie Porter, with my long-time friend and critique partner, Lorelie Brown. Our "Vegas Top Guns" series of contemporary erotic romances launched from Samhain with DOUBLE DOWN and INSIDE BET, both of which were RT BookReviews 4½ Star Top Picks: "This racy, raunchy, hella good read…will move Fifty Shades of Grey to the children's section of the bookstore."  

Where to find me: 


Twitter: @carrielofty


I'd like to give away a digital copy of HIS VERY OWN GIRL in any format. Just answer: Do you have a favorite musician from the 1940s, or a favorite crooner from today—Harry Connick, Jr. or Michael Boublé, for example?

 
Thanks again to The Romance Dish for featuring His Very Own Girl!